That’s right, he hit me, then he hit on me. 

What could I say?  He was a babe in Burberry with a blessed-be body.  

The next day, he asked me out to dinner.  Unfortunately, I was getting ready to go out of town for a long weekend and was booked up for when I got back; he suggested if I could get my adorable butt downtown, he’d buy lunch and give me tour of the music hall.   

I decided to be decidedly un-L.A. by hopping onto the metro and hoofing it on the rails, so to speak.  I didn’t know whether I was crazy or not to let the guy who hit me take me out to lunch, but again, I figured it’d be good insurance to make sure my car got fixed all proper. 

Sean – that’s his name – met me in the lobby of the music hall and, true to his word, he bought me lunch at Ciudad and gave me behind-the-scenes tour of the center – the practice rooms, the storage space, even showing me security details that had to be implemented after the building became one of

As we walked along the upper seats, way in the back, he and I sat down for a moment; a rehearsal with Esa-Pekka was underway on stage.  The acoustics blew me away even from the nosebleed seats, we could hear as if they were playing ten feet away from our faces.   

He leaned over and kissed me.   

I felt like a little kid in a high school auditorium, would we get in trouble?  Obviously the sight lines were clear, the musicians could easily spot us if they were looking.  Not to worry he pointed out, the lights shone on the musicians and these seats, the last row and on the right, were a blind spot for most of the symphony.   

We were serenaded as we kissed.  Then I realized there was no more music in the arena.  I pulled away from him, I saw the entire hall was deserted – no more musicians, no technicians – even the lighting had been dimmed.  I felt like I was in the back of a seedy movie theater that cost more than any movie theater I’d ever been in before.   

My wondering if he would go down on me in a theater didn’t last very long; he crouched in the row, leaned his arms on mine, unzipped my fly and stuck his hands inside.  He fondled my penis, coaxing it out of my jeans and into the open air.   

I leaned back.  He focused on my tip, mostly, kinda like in those Eastern European vids and jerked me off with his hand.  When I pulled him closer, he gagged once or twice.  I told him to lick my balls instead, cup them in his mouth.  He kinda did it, but really he focused mostly on my inner thigh – which I did like.  I put my cock in his mouth, thrust a bit and he swallowed, but not in a sexy, horny manner.  What was that all about?  I showered.  I trimmed.  I wasn’t leaking – that much. 

And then something dawned on me.  Since the accident happened, I had been in touch with my insurance company, but strangely enough, I hadn’t heard word one from his, nor had my representative.  I peered at this prepster who sucked maybe not cause he wanted it but because he knew that he could scarcely afford to pay for the damages on his car, let alone mine.   

I leaned forward a little, pulled him up toward me, making him pause before anything else happened – and there passed a moment of recognition – Sean realized I had figured out what this fuck was all about.  I thought about throwing him from the edge of the theater to the seats below, but what would that solve?  Nothing.  I thought about fucking him so loudly his boss would find out and he’d be out of a job, but I knew I’d never see my money.  So I decided to go forward and do what he calculated might be the best situation for both of us.   

I strapped on a condom, had him straddle the seats and sit on my dick.  His eyes watered, his breathing totally changed.  I know I’m bigger than most, but not that big.  I moved my hips a little, he winced.  As I held his average-sized dick in my hand, I thought, well, I guess he’s a top, he’s never bottomed before and then that’s when the hamster in my brain woke up and I realized what had REALLY been going on: 

Sean wasn’t a homo, he was a BREEDER.  He was letting me fuck him to get out of a jam. 

Well, he had another thing coming because there was no way in hell I was gonna let him get off without paying.  I’d get off, but he’d still have to pay.  So with that in mind, I pulled him close, I used that hole like mad.  I pumped him crazy hard with him on my lap, then I stood him up and bent him over the row in front of us, where I plowed his ass with serious thrusts that nearly broke the back of the seat.  Our fucking was loud, the noise echoed throughout the chamber.   

I was fucking him so hard and he was so tight, I came in my condom inside of him.  I reached around, his cock was semi-hard.  Conflicted boy, this Sean.  Then as I went to pull out, Sean was so nervous, he squeezed so hard around my dick, my condom decided to stay put inside of him.  

I zipped up, apologized and nabbed his wallet.  Since he had no insurance, Sean could plan on getting his wallet back as soon as he came up with the money to fix my car.   

That or he could service me twice a week for the next several months.  His choice. 

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